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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Faces

 

Faces

(album: Autoamerican - 1980)


Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Uh-huh
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents
Uh-huh
Now he's wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by

Money's
Not the answer for princes and dancers
Uh-huh

He's standing under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers

A dirty old bum
He's a dirty old bum
He can't say "Yes"
He can't forget it A dirty old bum

Now he's shooting power curves
His buddies think he's got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers

He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him
Uh-huh
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Ah

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?